His hands represented
the very essence of passion
his eyes, penitrated my body
His lips tasted like
honeydew
milk chocolate
huh, brotha sing the blues
His presence filled the inside of me
with sparks beyond measure
instant and exploding
nothing but pleasure
The love we made
minutes, hours ladies
he made love for days
He made love with his mind
stop and rewined time! !
this man, could he be all mine
His presence
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